No, not caused by the production, as of course that is moving along very nicely now that Thelma is finally book down and knows her words. However, it is fair to say that misfortune seems to be closing in on me from all directions!
Firstly, one of my closest girlfriends (a mover and shaker at Westminster) has suddenly found herself with a lot of spare time on her hands. An incident I wont elaborate on now. My Mortimer has never got on with her husband Dickie, so I made a flying solo visit to "The Smoke" to comfort her.
Unfortunately some undesirables have moved into our apartment block. Consequently my mission of mercy was shorter than anticipated as I got no sleep at all due to the terrible noises made by the man on top of me. This continued the next day as he and his friends re-enacted some sort of Cup Final in the communal corridor and kept banging their balls on my back door. On returning home I was horrified by the devastation caused by Mortimer's botched DIY attempts. The hideously tacky doorbell he had installed was really a step too far and I fail to see what he thought was so funny about the whole situation. I was merely asking him to screw my knockers back on immediately! It took me over 3 hours to clean the house up but it was the dog mess that I found particularly hard to swallow.
To top it all, I searched high and low for my laptop so I could update my blog. It was nowhere to be found.
Yesterday morning everything became painfully clear when I answered my front door. I was greeted by The Vice Squad holding said laptop as Mortimer attempted to make a quick exit through the downstairs cloakroom window - I've kept telling him he needs to lose weight!
It would seem Mortimer and Dickie have more in common than he thought!
Monday, June 22, 2009
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